Sam and I enter Kendall and Scott's backyard, and I'm amazed by the fantastic job they did decorating. Silver and red balloons cover the archway that leads into their yard, and there are silver and red balloon bouquets everywhere. They have several tables with silver tablecloths and rose centerpieces, similar to our reception's decoration.

Kendall sees us enter and runs over to us. "Welcome!"

Benny is running behind her with his arms already up towards me. "Mal, Mal."

"Hey, Little Man." I scoop him right up and squeeze him.

Sam reaches over and ruffles his hair. "Hey, Bud. Are you staying for the party?"

Benny looks at Kendall. "Paree! I stay, Mama?"

She smiles at her son. "No, baby. Nana is coming to get you for a sleepover, remember?"

"Seep over, Nana." Benny claps his chubby little hands hands.

He wiggles out of my arms and runs over to Scott. "Dada, seep over, Nana?"

As I watch Scott pick up Benny, my heart melts. "Can he get any cuter?"

"He keeps me on my toes. His cuteness gets him out of a lot of trouble." Kendall laughs.

Sam quips, "Just like me."

I look over at Sam and raise my eyebrows at him. "You're comparing yourself to a two-year-old?"

"Uh, yeah. There's no age limit on cuteness, Mallory. If you got it, you got it," Sam proclaims, puffing out his chest.

I giggle and pat him on the chest. "You're so adorable that I can't argue with you."

He smiles, places his arm around my shoulders, and kisses my head.

Kendall rolls her eyes. "Okay, lovebirds, can I grab you two a drink?"

Sam gives me an evil grin. "Of course, make Mal's a double of the strongest thing you have."

Kendall looks at me to confirm the drink order that Sam gave her.

"If you're getting me a double, get one for my man too."

"Okay." Kendall walks away from us to get our drinks.

I turn to Sam. "You do know that you don't have to get me drunk for me to want to pull your ass into a dark room and have my way with you."

Sam looks at me, surprised. "Giving up already? We just got here."

"Well, you know what they say about being cute."

He laughs and pulls me closer as we make our way to greet the guests.

"Baby... Baaabbbyyy..." I look around for Sam.

He calls out, "Over here, my love."

I drunk walk my cute ass over to my man.

I grab his arm for support. "Hey..."

"Hey. Feeling good, Mal?" He wraps his arm around me.

"Yup. Really good." I give him a sloppy kiss and lose my balance.

Sam pulls me into his chest to steady me. "It looks like you were losing your ass at flip cup tic tac toe."

"I lost?" I ask incredulously.

"I believe you did, Babe," he laughs.

"Noooooo." I literally can't grasp that I lost. I thought I was kicking ass.

"Yep. I watched the whole damn thing." He smirks, and I want to jump him right where he stands.

"Knowww wwhhat??"

"What, Babe??"

"Youuu are a sssexy beassttt."

"You don't say?" he chuckles.

"I doooo ssayyy." I pull away and look at him. "Doooo youuu knowww wwhhhat I wanna dooo?"

"Please, Babe, tell me," Sam whispered in my ear.

"Geettt nnaakked."

"Right here?" He raises his brow.

"Yyuupp." I grab the hem of my shirt and start to pull it off.

Sam quickly stops me. "Babe. Not here."

I give him a sad face, then whisper loudly. "Thheen wwwhere?"

"I just called our ride. It should be here in five minutes."

"Do you need help with her, Sam?" Kendall asks while walking over to us.

"Nah, I got her. Our ride should be here any minute. Thank you for everything. We had a great time."

"Kenn? Kenn?"

"Yeah, Mal?"

"I wuuvv youu!"

Kendall puts her hands over her mouth to suppress her giggles, "I love you, too. Did you have a good time?"

"Yuppp. Bessst timmme everrr."

Sam gets a notification on his phone. "Our ride just pulled up; thanks again, Ken and Scott."

Scott walks over to us while Sam is the only thing keeping me from falling on my face.

"It was our pleasure." Scott shakes Sam's free hand.

Scott puts his arm around Kendall. "Are you sure that you don't need help with her?"

Sam smiles down at my drunk ass. "No, but thank you. Let's get you home, party animal."

I start giggling and can't stop as Sam walks/drags me to our Uber. He gets me inside, then goes around to the other side of the car and gets in. I lay my head on his lap and pass out cold.

"You win the bet, Babe. You win," he says tenderly, brushing my hair out of my face.

The sun is shining on my face.

"Ahhh... too bright, Sam," I complain, placing my arm over my eyes.

Sam rolls over. "Hmmm?"

"Sam. Oh, my head. Sam, Baby, I think that I'm dying."

"Mal, you're not dying." Sam pulls me close.

"How can you be so sure?"

He chuckles. "I'm a doctor, remember?"

"Ahhh... I need drugs." I cry.

Sam lets go of me and rolls out of bed.

"Where are you going?" I reach for him and watch him walk away. "Never mind. Go ahead and do whatever you need to do. I'm just going to admire the view of your naked ass."

He does a little shake and shimmy, and I shamelessly watch.

I forget about my pounding head. "Get back here, Babe."

"Give me a minute, my love."

He returns a few moments later with coffee and some painkillers.

"My hero."

I scooch up to a sitting position, my naked breasts in full view.

"Damn, Mal."

"What, Babe?" I ask, fluttering my lashes.

Sam's eyes go dark with desire. "You're so damn beautiful, and your breasts, shit, I want them for breakfast."

"Mmmm... I know what I want." I look at his manhood and lick my lips!

"What happened to dying Mallory?" he smirks, wiggling his brows.

"Umm... I saw you naked." I slyly grin.

"You're welcome." he laughs.

"So, coffee. Painkillers."

"Oh, Shit. Here, Babe." Sam hands me my much-needed coffee and pills.

"Thanks. You're the best." I take the pills and wash them down with my coffee.

He crawls back into bed and starts nipping at my breasts.

I place my coffee on the nightstand, run my hands through his thick hair, and enjoy his lips on me.

"Sam..."

He looks up at me. "Yeah, Mal?"

"Who won last night?" I ask.

"Well, after stopping you from undressing in front of everyone, you won, Babe."

"Damn." I pout.

"What?" Sam looks confused.

"I was looking forward to shower sex for the next week after work," I explain my dilemma.

Sam laughs deep and sexy, my favorite sound.

"Can I change my prize?" I ask.

"You don't want foot rubs?" Sam looks surprised.

"Yes, no, I don't know." I contemplate my decision. "I want it all."

"Of course you do. You have to choose, Mal. Right here, right now. Foot rubs or shower sex?" Sam chuckles against my neck.

"No contest, shower sex every night this week after work," I announce my decision with confidence.

Sam brings his attention back to my breasts.

"Mmmmm..." I moan.

He begins kissing down my stomach, working his way below my belly button.

"Sam?"

He stops and looks up at me. "Hmmm?"

"I'm hungry."

"You can have my cock in a minute, Babe."

I giggle like a teenager hearing about sex for the first time.

"I'm hungry for food," I whine, pushing him off of me.

"Okay, Babe. Give me a moment, please," he groans, resting on his pillow.

A second passes. "Is your moment over yet?" I ask impatiently.

"Okay, okay." Sam crawls out of bed.

He pulls on a pair of gym shorts and heads into the bathroom to brush his teeth before going to the kitchen. I get up and pull on one of Sam's t-shirts and panties. When the bathroom is accessible, I brush my teeth, grab my coffee, and head into the kitchen to join Sam.

"What's for breakfast?" I ask, looking around his back to see what he has on the stove.

"Pancakes," Sam says as he pours the batter onto a hot griddle.

I warm my coffee, set the table, get the butter and syrup out, and then sit at the breakfast bar to watch my man cook, so sexy.

"Can you believe that this time next week, we'll be married?" I sigh.

"I can't wait for you to be my wife, Mal."

"I hope this week flies by," I say, then sip my coffee.

"Me too," he agrees.

Sam puts a stack of pancakes on the bar and sits beside me. We eat while I try to get information out of him regarding our honeymoon trip.

"If you don't tell me where we're going, how will I know how to pack?" I say before shoving another tasty bite into my mouth.

"Okay. You get one hint. Only one, then you need to promise me you won't bring it up again."

"I promise. Tell me." I say excitedly, forgetting about my food.

"Tropical," he responds, then continues to eat.

"Tropical? That's my hint? That hint was lame, Sam. I need something more."

"We made a deal, one hint. Now, no more talking about it."

I stick out my lower lip and pout like a spoiled child.